An: well… feeling overshadowwed by the waayyy orginal plots… I was not feeling too great about my shabby non original one… but here is a chappie
"Joren…do tell me you have an idea where we are going?"
"Well Lump, that is why you are here sitting in the passenger's seat with an open palm pilot in your hands. Be a doll and –open the damn thing-."
Hazel with leafy green flecked eyes glowered at the platinum blond handsome god. Keladry was NOT amused by her partner. The feeling was mutual. Joren, the icey blue king of good looks had his usual scowl on his face in the company of his partner. Flawless skin fingers, strong fingers, gracefully tilted the steering wheel on the vehicle, aiming for a perfect open spot on the freeway…. only to suddenly jerk into loud serious of honking and shouted curses about 'pussies! Get out of my fucking way bitches!'
Bastards got something shoved up his ass…. Fine as his ass may- BAD KEL! You do NOT look at Joren Stone Mountain's fine piece of a- Dear gods what am I reduced to…
Displeased with her own traitrous thoughts the brunetter turned the scrutiny of hers directly at her partner's. The scowl marring his lush lips was not lost on her.
"Keep that look on your face and it might be permanent Stone."
"When I want your opinion Lump, I'll be sure to give you an e-mail….. when I'm way out in the Bahamas and you behind doors, playing housewife to what ever man you mangled into becoming your husband."
Joren chuckled at his joke, a joke at Kel's cost. His fuming partner seethed behind her blank face. That damn son of a b-!
"Why Joren, you sound…. Jealous? Are you jealous of this imaginary 'husband' Stone?"
Kelardy had to grab onto the seats as the car skidded into a screeching halt. The steering wheel would have had its head snapped off if it were a person with the way Joren was gripping it. His face was livid.
Damn slut! I'm going to kill that piece of shit!! I don't fucking care what happens… that bitch is DEAD! Flaunting those goods about as if –I- would want to grab and maul them and lic-……
Kel stared at Joren, her face passive as she raised an eyebrow at him. He was comepletly oblivious to the honking horns behind him. Hell, he was even oblivious to her.
"Joren, I do so love our time together, but you mind going forward?" She waved the PDA at him, a GPS map glowing on its screen. "We are to get info from an agent at this spot here," she pointed helpfully on the screen, "and then give a reporting call to Wyldon. I'd like to get there early so we have ample time to asses the situation derived from the information given to us."
Joren's blue eyes darted to her, but not exactly… at her face. Staring, he calmly nodded and pressed calmly at the gas. The Knight drove on as if nothing was wrong or had happened. Kel blinked and waited for a retort, a burst of anger. Nothing came. Puzzled at her new partner's mellowness, Kel shrugged carelessly and busied herself sifting through the information given to her in the PDA.
"AAHHHH!! Joren!!! The trash can! Look out!! Left! LEFT GODS DAMN YOU! HE'S GETTING AWAY!!"
"NO BACK SEAT DRIVING!"
Two frantic and frazzled Knight agents were on a high speed chase after man. After receiving 2 new PDAs from a mysterious spy Wyldon had set them up with in a little criminal infested town called Pirate's cove. The little enclave of buildings on rolling hills and treacherous cliffs and isolation from the majority of the country makes it a haven for convicts and felons. The quick exchange in the dangerous land led to the assassination of the agent. Kel and Joren followed the gunman's quick retreat. This in itself led to screeching tires, burning rubber and thrashed trash bins.
"Smooth Stone…. The railing is totaled now…."
"Didn't we have a conversation about you and me and opinions?"
"Sorry, I suffer from short term memory. Were you saying something?"
"Cute Mindelan… just cute."
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
"Die."
"Love you too. Now, be a doll and keep those blues of yours on the road."
"You are unoriginal."
"At least you have something to be cocky and prideful about."
"….."
A/N:
I hope that satifies your reading needs.
Oceanspike – again I do things that I think you would like and the orbs was for you
Nolee of Stone Mountain - ;.; I know that this is a very unoriginal plot.. and I have an original on its way
Mystic Moon Empress - blinks that was fluff? ….. so maybe I shouldn't change this to an R then…. . no lime or lemon…
Deadmen's Bells – I try to work on my description. Thx
soccerchick-08 - ;; I had time to update.. I just.. felt shadowed by all the unreal good original plots and better ffs….
BloodSoakedTiger – lol.. your funny… thanks for the reviews XD and yay! I got 1st place in both art contests ;; suprising cuz they were fugly .. and anyways, no.. Dom needs to be alive a little more
Darking Queen – I'm at a standstill for the what dom did issue but I think I have a stray strand of thought that I can toy and weave with.
Imperfectionist ;D – T.T your so nice….. and one of my idols on …. which is why before I wrote this ff I had an idea with you in it ;; (it's a secret)
Kassi of Stone Mountain – lol.. Nol is a hyperacting young teen I suspect…. ;; and heh.. nah… only thing that scares me on is the way too better plots than this pathetic and overused one. But fear not! I got an original on its way.
Damn… that was a LOT of thank yous O.o
